Whether they are little or big, they take our breath away. When they stumble. When they soar. It never really changes. It never gets easier.
I have always loved The Velveteen Rabbit, to the point where I decorated my baby’s nursery with illustrations from a paperback version I bought expressly for tearing it apart.
“Five more minutes.” This is my older son’s habitual plea as my husband and I…
On one particular visit, I became keenly aware of all of things that I think about while I’m waiting in line at Starbucks. There were 35 to be exact.
He’s become quite the Houdini lately with taking off his diapers—despite them being duck-taped for better security. And his most recent escape was from a diaper full of poop. This is why special needs parenting is emotionally and physically exhausting.